If by chance my ironic disease takes along this form of sanity I want to get as many words out before such a day When the deed is done and now is then I should no longer exist in such a well known form I don't want these thoughts to die along with me Days from now after the pills were popped and cognition is set on idle I won't grasp My own words.Birth sign: Gemini
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